Drinking the special coconation brewed,inside the crystal jar,

The green liquid tasted a bit like melancholy..

Countless paths,countless choices..

But ending, always the same..

Sword drawn..

No matter what way it is,it's just this sickly obsession..

Be it some prayer of Radha or song of Meera..

It's just an obsession..

Or an escapade at times,

Or a mission to break the faith?

No matter what,it's just a facade..

Still,to have fun with this pretty facade of yours..

It's kind of fun..

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